But, come he did.
Angels sang praises to God for this Child’s birth.
People from distant lands gave gifts foretelling His future worth.
He lived,
He died,
He lived again.
All so that you and I may share in this Life.
Born of a virgin,
An apparent impossibility
Born in a barn,
Among cows and sheep
Born with the responsibility of saving mankind.
He was divine– a great Prince with the royalist of blood.
But, fortunately He was more than just that:
HE WAS ONE OF US.
He laughed,
He cried,
He yelled,
failed, loved...died.
He died.
He died.
He died.
The most powerful of Kings, more powerful than life or death
Subjected Himself to both before conquering each one.
He lowered Himself to pain, suffering, humility-
To death on a tree
For nothing
less than all humanity.
He entered the world like a slave
And left it like a
criminal.
Because of Him Death lost its sting on human souls.
He triumphed by living after it.
So that we,
If we choose
Could do the
same.
Jesus’ birth was a miracle.
His life was a ministry.
His death, a tragedy.
His Resurrection was the reason for the miracle.
And He,
In all of His
magnificence,
Is the Reason
for the season.
